You told dad the other evening at dinner, that now that he was promoted, perhaps it was time to have a second child.”“We were speaking of adopting... though.”“Wouldn't you rather have one of your own?”“Yes, if your father was still fertile. But since he's not, that is not an option.”“I'd still like to play fishes with you. And if you got pregnant, you could say it was a miracle!”“It would take a miracle, for me to let you make a baby with me.”He whispered quietly, boldly putting his hand on her. If not they would sit in front of the TV all day every day. I would probably too if I didn’t have responsibilities. “Awe David its cold outside.” Anna whined. “Fine stay in, but you’re not eating that lasagna.” I said as I closed the door. I heard rustling as stretched my legs. I know they love when I cook, especially when its lasagna they love it. I even make this garlic bread for Juliet loves. Just as I finished my stretches the door opened and all the girls were ready. “Stretch, and hurry. ‘That’s a face that should be kissed,’ thought Sam. ‘Starting over is tough. Once the delicious Sherry’s been tasted, how do you resist the want of another sip?’ He was staring and she was watching his lips, waiting. ‘I promised to feed you. Let’s go, before I decide to eat you.” Embarrassed by the slip, he quickly said, ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be.’ She poked his arm and bounced beside him, swishing her skirt on the way to the truck. ‘Where’re you taking me?’ His mind whirled at the question. So. "Somebody forgot their Tena pad this morning."Who? I looked across at Celia. Who was she talking about? Me? But her eyes were still staring straight forward in shock at the sight of Beth's piss-stained crotch as she stood flushed and proud before us.I fled. As quickly as I could. A blurted, rubbish, near-incomprehensible excuse, my feet rushing away as quickly as a full bladder, sodden clinging dress and four-inch heels would allow across the rough tarmac paths. Deserting Celia, rushing home to.